Borrowed Peace

CASSIA

The whole room becomes awfully quiet. The soft, steady, and rhythmic hum coming from the monitors attached to him was the only sound that kept the room alive.

I sat there unmoving, barely daring to shift my weight, afraid that if I did, something would shatter. Him. Me. This thin, borrowed moment of peace felt like it might dissolve if I looked at it too closely.

Dante slept heavily now.